Do Fundo da Alma
Shana Müller
From the Depths of the Soul
The tear that by mistake
Saddens the song that in others
Makes a break
Pair and yoke without hurting.
Deep down laughs at my face
Sets fire to the soul, having fun,
Tidying up the room
When longing comes to talk.
One day, who knows,
I'll have a mate
Far from home
Maybe inns
At dusk.
Where there's a river, a sapucay
An accordion, a guitarist
There, in full,
A chamamé...
The tear brought friends with it
Soaked my face and took a picture
Called me crazy
Between a tango, a meal, some books.
What a thing fate is, going herding the cattle
That I turned the boat but came back swimming
That I turned the boat but came back swimming.
